أَصبَحتِ يا دارَ الأَذى

وَصَفاكِ مُمتَلِئٌ قَذى

You have become, O house of sorrow

And your description is filled with misery

أَينَ الَّذينَ عَهِدتُهُم

قَطَعوا الحَياةَ تَلَذُّذا

Where are those I knew

Who enjoyed the sweetest life?

دَرَجوا غَداةَ رَماهُمُ

رَيبُ الزَمانِ فَأَنفَذا

Fate struck them one morning

And dispatched them promptly—

سَنَصيرُ أَيضاً مِثلَهُم

عَمّا قَليلٍ هَكَذا

We shall also be like them

In a little while, just so.

يا هؤلاءِ تَفَكَّروا

لِلمَوتِ يَغدو مَن غَذا

O you people, think!

For death, you will tomorrow be food.